August 2013

After three weeks of gallivanting around the country teaching drama to small ones and drinking myself into theatrical oblivion at the Edinburgh Fringe, London welcomed me back with big open arms and I settled back in like I was curling up in my favourite armchair. Even though I’ve been balls-deep in a bunch of delicious spreadsheets at work, I still found some opportunities to giggle and guffaw through the week, catch up with a handful of my favourites and visit some of my most-loved ...

It’s common knowledge that I feel about Edinburgh Fringe the way most men feel about Kelly Brook: I just want to be in it all the time. We all know what I took away from Edfringe this year. (And if you don’t know what I’m on about, you clearly don’t visit me enough so WELCOME, pull up a pew, TAKE YA TOP OFF and pour a large gin! I’m thrilled ta see ya pal!) But that was all about feelings and shit. Some people have enquired about Edinburgh itself. The shows! ...

As I write this, I’m whizzing past hills, seas and rivers on the 11am East Coast service from Edinburgh Waverley, due to arrive at London Kings Cross at 15.42. I’m on the way back from my annual jaunt to the Edinburgh Fringe. I’m exhausted, my throat and my purse are both very sore and I am pretty certain I have scurvy. However my brain and my heart are buzzing. For one week I have laughed until I ached, met lovely new friends and caught up with dear old ones and watched ...

I made a huge commitment on the weekend. A commitment so big I have not made since I made the choice to move from Medium to Hot on my Nandos order. That was a commitment I instinctively made and I will tell you reader, I have not looked back since. This commitment however took copious amounts of soul-searching, personal examination of character and frantic rifling back through memories. That’s right folks. I chose my 8 DESERT ISLAND DISCS. For those not familiar with this CRACKING ...